Epicurean42

As the nighttime approaches death calling my name I wallow in sorrow with no one to blame like the plant I am watching slowly decay I hear her voice calling from so far away memories are faded and voices so dim I think of a place I think I have been the plant will remain as food for another plant that grows from the ground I am under Like the plant that will wither and soon I'm sure die life blood is draining from it and from I the leaves they will fall to the floor just like tears and soon be forgotten the withering years life will continue life will go on long after the plant dies and I too am gone no one will notice there will be no void alone and forgotten the dreams we destroyed the next generation seeded so well shall curse and shall damn me as I burn in hell

I cry-everyday my broken heart will never heal I cry-every night I know you are there I can feel you Still I cry Lost cold alone I hurt your body exists, yet you are lost anger Why? WHY? I am here I am here and I cry all the time for you

Enscripted, encoded, hidden from view anything and everything, nothing too running in circles treading water it seems backwards up the hill, no ends to a means unlisted, unable to make that call uneasy, uneven, starting to fall rolling, rocking going nowhere thought it was here, must've been there sing about nothing telling not a thing lost in the music unable to sing inline, online, into the black information superhighway, never coming back onetime never mind no need to know sublime, feel fine time for us to go